Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Trinidad & Tobago and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Funky Four + One to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Jerry's Kids. All the underground hits.
All U.S. Maple tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-102 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masters at Work record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Tremeloes,
The Mummies,
A Flock of Seagulls,
In Retrospect,
Stetsasonic,
The Red Krayola,
Scott Walker,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Section 25,
Avey Tare,
The Victims,
Lucky Dragons,
Soulsonic Force,
Curtis Mayfield,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Joe Smooth,
Charles Mingus,
Ronnie Foster,
The Divine Comedy,
John Foxx,
Colin Newman,
Janne Schatter,
Talk Talk,
Shuggie Otis,
Piero Umiliani,
Newcleus,
Urselle,
Pulsallama,
Ronan,
Flamin' Groovies,
June of 44,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Happenings,
Alice Coltrane,
Electric Prunes,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Chris & Cosey,
Q and Not U,
Tom Boy,
Nico,
Harry Pussy,
The Mojo Men,
Fear,
Banda Bassotti,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Yusef Lateef,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Mo-Dettes,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Royal Trux,
Susan Cadogan,
The Gladiators,
Drive Like Jehu,
Kayak,
Black Sheep,
Anthony Braxton,
R.M.O.,
Niagra,
Theoretical Girls,
Dave Gahan,
Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.